You and a few other gods and goddesses watched the image of Hercules play out in front of you. Hera and Zeus sat at their thrones, the rest of the gods standing in front or next to them. Watching Hercules try to complete his labors from afar.

You all were busy watching him try and complete the third labor he was given: capture the stag of Ceryneia. It seemed like an impossible task, it was sacred to Artemis, the Great Goddess of the Hunt. Not only was it as swift as the wind, but it had Hercules chasing after it for over a year already, and seemed as if he would never catch it.

Until, finally... Hercules managed to shoot the stag in the leg with an arrow, though, he kept it alive; for his task was only to capture the stag, not kill it. He carried it over his shoulder in a fireman-carry.

Most of the gods clapped like Hermes, Dionysus, Ares, and so on. But Artemis? She was furious, she stood up and started to walk before Zeus placed his hands on his shoulders to gently make sure she didn't go down there and kill poor Hercules.

"Calm yourself, daughter, the stag still lives." Zeus assured the goddess of the hunt. "He didn't use a poisonous arrow.."

A few gods kept their eyes on the image in front of them of Hercules bringing the stag back to his brother, Iphicles, while some gave curious glaces toward Artemis and Zeus like Hera who sat on her throne with her chin resting on her palm, and Apollo trying to sneak glaces to see what was going on.